Beeps and Buzzes

⚔️ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 8

　　　

“-- you took your time, huh”

“Knock it off, man; this place is a maze, leave me alone!”

“Just saying, next time don't use an SOS signal - ”

“I get it! I'm an awful person!”

“Well yeah, sure are after making Bee freak out!”

"Enough!"

Talk about kicking somebody when their down - you made a mental note to apologise to Bee as soon as possible.

For once in lead, turnstiles caving to your technopathy, barging out onto the other side towards a large submarine that hadn't seen water in decades. Weren't exactly sure on why this was the rendezvous, nor did you waste time questioning it. Far easier to just roll with the punches at this stage, otherwise you'd have thrown a fit at ‘Giant Mecha Dinosaurs’.

Robotic aliens, sure!

Robotic Alien Dinosaur Warriors? Didn't exactly roll off the tongue like ‘Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’.

Barging through all manner of tourists and sightseers, thanked by loud complaints and stern words - responding in kind with nasty expressions, yearning for nothing more than five minutes of peace where you could actively pretend all was golden. No world ending threats, no nothing.

“-- All of you! Out!” Edmund roared, physically manhandling people out towards the exit and screaming his head off with impressive ferocity.

Taking a page from Crosshairs’ playbook, settling for a direct approach, holding your weaponized limb high and firing off a few rounds. Just condensed air rather than the real thing. Still sounded authentic, at least in this hollow chamber where echoes could be taken advantage of.

Less than impressed by your methods, your companion whistled upon you just as your weapon disengaged “Jesus! - why the hell did you do that!”

“To give everlasting family memories to the holiday goers” replying with a pure deadpan, sidestepping for a family to scramble by in a bid to escape. Sure you've probably traumatised somebody twelve days to Sunday, yet all for the cause of saving Earth.

Okay, you did feel a tiny bit guilty. Just a tiny bit. Maybe. Everything was happening very quickly.

"Okay, smart ass, I didn't ask for an attitude" Cade, shocked by your apathy, fixed you with a look of disapproval.

Sucked for him as you really, really didn't care all that much in how he viewed you - he'd seen the sides you'd only permitted him to see, a stone-faced warrior with some bite, when in truth you were just a shambling husk of a human dressed up in a nice shiny metal coat.

Milling away from those true humans that remained, analysing each dated piece of kit in wonder. Immediately knowing this was a Transformer since boarding, it explained how it had survived for so long. Didn't want to speak with you, though. It's a bit rude. But you recalled that many older Transformers got cranky and after decades of being marooned… this Cybertronian had numerous reasons to be a tad prissy.

“-- sour sweet musk of men in close quarters,” raising a brow at that out of context remark, ever so slowly turning round “quite disgusting really” Edmund finished with a mirth, chortling at his own gorey depiction of oceanic voyages.

One, wistful sigh later the old man gestured towards your group “but now this, the greatest mission of them all, one that I have longed for my entire life… to help turn the tide of human history, you know” trailing off, expression growing droopy as though age had all of a sudden caught up to him. Edmund suddenly, without warning, turned that much older in such a few short seconds after his admittance “now alas… I can no longer join you”